Bruce got to his feet as he was invited inside with Dido hot on his heels before the dog broke off to go pester Valkyrie for the nice smelling item in the bucket.
He was a little taken aback when a spoon was offered to him but he took it with a smile because it had been a while since he'd last had real actual ice-cream. Bruce being the man he was, which was a good one, was rather purposefully keeping his eyes north of the expanse of thigh on display.
"Eh," he said with a lift of his shoulders. "Can't complain." Only he could but he wouldn't, that stuff was reserved for late nights and insomnia. Now Bruce like everybody else on the network was well aware of the fact Valkyrie had basically propositioned Thor but he wasn't going to mention it. She was probably already mortified or something had happened on the back of it and he wasn't sure he wanted to deal with either. "How you been keeping busy?"